Preparation For War Of The Fangs

Hearing Wulfgar's low growling voice full of anger, Carra froze for a moment. What's wrong with this guy? Didn't he sleep well just now?

She stepped forward quickly and pushed open the door, but the sight in front of her surprised her.

She saw Wulfgar leaning on the head of the bed, looking as if he had just woken up, with only a robe casually draped over his white undergarment, glaring at a woman kneeling on the ground. The woman was petite, and she was laying on the ground with her head bowed. It was actually Queta!

Hearing the footsteps, Queta raised her head and saw Carra. A bit of panic flashed across her face, but she immediately put on a sullen expression. She got up and ran to Carra. A pair of watery hazel eyes looked at her eagerly, as if trying to explain something.

When Wulfgar saw Carra coming in, his anger reduced a little, and his tone softened slightly. "Carra, come help me get dressed and let this girl go out."